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The wind chime of youth touches the heart; the colorful flute of youth blows dreams; the notes of youth blows hope. Youth, a beautiful flower season. "Whose Youth Is Not Confused" published by Liu Tong tells the story of ten years of counterattack life based on the author's own experience and insights - a person, ten years; a city, ever-changing. Indeed, everyone's youth is so confusing. They may encounter difficulties in walking in the mud, or wandering in heavy rain. However, I think, if I can live my own life and excitement in this confused youth, will this be the true meaning of youth and the challenge of life?
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The Challenge of Youth The silence in the teacher was suffocating. Everyone was holding their breath as they stared at the teacher's lips that were about to open. The sports meeting was coming soon, and the easy events were already "overcrowded", leaving only a few unattended ones. project. "×××1000 meters,××400 meters..." Although everyone's face did not dare to show too many emotions, the sweat in their hands fully explained their inner worries. It's almost time for me. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and I could vaguely hear the surging heartbeat in my chest. The teacher walked up to me, his sharp gaze reflected under the lens: "Just table tennis!" When he knew the result, he felt like crying. I have absolutely no interest in table tennis, and the number of times I have won a table tennis ball can only be counted on my fingers. Helpless, confused, and inexplicably heavy. I just woke up on Saturday, and before my brain was fully awake, "ping pong balls" popped up like an unconditioned reflex. I was a little flustered as I was just starting out, and I always didn't control my strength well enough - when the ball bounced off the wall with too much force, it was like an army of thousands of horses, rushing straight towards me, and before I could dodge, I hit it. He was hit in the forehead; but the force was too weak, and the ball seemed to be missed, and silently slipped to his feet. I was really angry and annoyed. With great difficulty, I managed to grasp the strength and coordinate with the racket. I felt helpless and obviously thought about giving up. But it's worth fighting for the class - when the ball drew a beautiful arc in the middle, I stared at the ball tightly, turned aside, and the ball bounced gently off the racket... Now, My table tennis is also considered the best in the class, but I sincerely thank this youth for giving me such wonderful things. Extra: Every time I see my classmates complaining about not being able to play table tennis well, I always laugh out loud, as if I’m seeing myself in seventh grade. However, I can’t avoid the “meaningful” glare from my classmates. Well, it’s over. The challenges of youth have brought me a lot of accumulation, but a setback in youth can also bring me insights.
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The youthful sky was filled with gray-toned clouds, and the rain surged unbridled, one after another, riding on the wind and splashing on my face. I walked back to the classroom alone, holding an umbrella, and the raindrops fell on the umbrella. With a flick, a withered flower bloomed on the ground. I was silent, worried that it would follow me quietly. behind. She pushed open the classroom door so heavily that she seemed to be the only one in the classroom. Her pen was waving and her back was facing me. Regret, sadness, surged in like a wave - just because of an uncontrollable anger in my heart at that time, I blurted out "...". Looking at her back, I quietly walked back to my seat. She turned her head. In an instant, our eyes met. A spark unique to lightning and thunder flashed out, which stung my visual nerves. I quickly lowered my head. He tilted his head and felt that his whole face was getting hot. It seemed like she was walking towards me, and my heart tightened, getting closer, getting closer. I looked up and met each other again, only to see her biting her lip and swallowing, "Well, today, I was actually at fault..." Her clear eyes flashed with gentle light, like a lingering love. The sugar melted and gave out pieces of warmth, which fell into my heart, "What, I actually... made a mistake first, I'm sorry." I seemed a little incoherent, but coincidentally, the corners of our mouths both raised a curve. Extra: "My Chinese is really bad this time, only 94." "I'm even worse this time." "Haha, what score?" "98," "I really want to strangle you." The sadness and loss of youth may stay with you forever. You may be left or right, but God is fair, and you may gain unintentionally deeper friendship and relief.
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The reflection of youth is another geometry finale question - I can't figure out that I am okay in algebra, but not in geometry. I tried over and over again, but still couldn't figure it out. "Dingling bells" It's Chinese class, put away the math papers and take out the Chinese books. Time passed unknowingly, and with ten minutes left, the teacher suddenly stopped, as if she had no intention of continuing. She turned around, faced us, and thought for a while: "Do you know Kobe? He is The legend after Jordan officially ended his 20-year NBA career yesterday. However, do you know that he gets up at 4 o'clock every day and throws at least 1,000 shots, and he is covered with injuries..." In the past, I stubbornly only saw how big the halo friends of successful people were, but I never noticed the muddy road behind them. Yes, no one’s success does not require hard work. Even though Edison once said that 1% of inspiration is more important than 99% of perspiration, he did not say that 99% of perspiration is unimportant. Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory. The key lies in how to turn these eight or nine times of frustration into the motivation of youth and show the exciting side of youth. Almost everyone has a side behind them that is sad, helpless, confused, or lonely and at a loss that they don’t want to be known about. But it is precisely these embellishments of youth that make it wonderful - the white test paper is full of calculations, like a swarm of ants arranging a yamen, but I don't want to give up. Extra: When you take off the purple and gold jersey and retire with full glory, you are Kobe Brgant. Youth is wonderful because of these insights and struggles. Alexandre Dumas once said: "Pain and loneliness are a good medicine for young people. They not only make the soul better and more noble, but also maintain the color of its youth." Stevenson also said: "Anything in youth can Everything is a test." Youth is like a mirror that can reflect your humanity, and the most important thing right now is to grasp youth, because whose youth is not wonderful? Youth is extraordinary because of you, beautiful because of you, and wonderful because of you.
The wind chime of youth touches the heart; the colorful flute of youth blows dreams; the notes of youth blows hope. Youth, a beautiful flower season. "Whose Youth Is Not Confused" published by Liu Tong tells the story of ten years of counterattack life based on the author's own experience and insights - a person, ten years; a city, ever-changing. Indeed, everyone's youth is so confusing. They may encounter difficulties in walking in the mud, or wandering in heavy rain. However, I think, if I can live my own life and excitement in this confused youth, will this be the true meaning of youth and the challenge of life?
Topic (1)
The Challenge of Youth The silence in the teacher was suffocating. Everyone was holding their breath as they stared at the teacher's lips that were about to open. The sports meeting was coming soon, and the easy events were already "overcrowded", leaving only a few unattended ones. project. "×××1000 meters,××400 meters..." Although everyone's face did not dare to show too many emotions, the sweat in their hands fully explained their inner worries. It's almost time for me. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and I could vaguely hear the surging heartbeat in my chest. The teacher walked up to me, his sharp gaze reflected under the lens: "Just table tennis!" When he knew the result, he felt like crying. I have absolutely no interest in table tennis, and the number of times I have won a table tennis ball can only be counted on my fingers. Helpless, confused, and inexplicably heavy. I just woke up on Saturday, and before my brain was fully awake, "ping pong balls" popped up like an unconditioned reflex. I was a little flustered as I was just starting out, and I always didn't control my strength well enough - when the ball bounced off the wall with too much force, it was like an army of thousands of horses, rushing straight towards me, and before I could dodge, I hit it. He was hit in the forehead; but the force was too weak, and the ball seemed to be missed, and silently slipped to his feet. I was really angry and annoyed. With great difficulty, I managed to grasp the strength and coordinate with the racket. I felt helpless and obviously thought about giving up. But it's worth fighting for the class - when the ball drew a beautiful arc in the middle, I stared at the ball tightly, turned aside, and the ball bounced gently off the racket... Now, My table tennis is also considered the best in the class, but I sincerely thank this youth for giving me such wonderful things.
Extra: Every time I see my classmates complaining about not being able to play table tennis well, I always laugh out loud, as if I’m seeing myself in seventh grade. However, I can’t avoid the “meaningful” glare from my classmates. Well, it’s over. The challenges of youth have brought me a lot of accumulation, but once in youth...
